User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121114104854

The stoat pressed his whip to the side of his head in salute, nodding wisely "A true cle'erbeast, dat y'are Captin!" Turning his aching, slighty hunched back to the marten, he roared at the crew lounging amongst the oars "Git off yer flearidden rumps an' git downstairs, y' worthless spitpots! Y' got a big day t'morrer! Ye, an' yew" He pointed his whip at two young ferrets "Padloc, Weodd, yore on watch t'night, an' if dere is e'en one flicker o' yore eyelids atwixt ye I'll personally boil yer an' serve ye t' de sharks on a sil'er platter!" ''The ferrets shot hateful, impudent looks to the loathsome stoat as he went down the creaking wooden stairs into the putrid crew's quarters, before leaning against the rail, arguing heatedly over how coconuts migrated to Mossflower by being carried by swallows. No one downstairs noticed the splash as the two shipmates toppled backwards into the water with strangled screams, their paws cupping the backs of their necks''